Fore scene...
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In a dark breezy phase stays twelve women with their faces plastered with blood or paint-like substance that depict them not an ordinary women but those with supernatural guts and power. The setting isn't so friendly but scary. A calabash stays on some three gathered stones named Adiro as fire hits it through to invoke flame and odd fragrance. The women are used to it though. They aren't shaky nor bothered by the scary thing piled within. It is their so called ile-agbara which though with a gaze of it, it can verily be said that the name it is given duly worth it. Power house (ile-agbara).
The only male in the scene isn't far away from the two huge drums that look mystical too. He look forlornly more than the women around but his zeal seem fastened than that of his colleagues. He wouldn't talk but his darkened face look like he's gotten a whole lot to say. In essence, with the picture of the environment as well as the animate personalities around, it tend to be obvious that those around are occultic. They call themselves "Aye" and even their wordy slogans can testify to that. They liken their assemblage to some meeting anyways. And more than the normal day deeds, the day mood seem pervading some merriment. It seem they've only come for a kind of Thanksgiving. As if they have hit a major accomplishment. What they celebrates look vague of course until Olori (leader) tend to speak things out just after some sort of choruses anchored by Fayoyin.
Olori: Isalu aye!!!.../Rare phase of the world!!!/
All: Akodi orun, a juba kiba se. /Yard of heaven, We tender all formalities. (All echoes as the sequence goes thrice)
Olori: Omobola turned full of herself. She muttered us a dare. She utter us some effrontery. What her predecessors owe and what she ate, she must vomit. She must pay. But maybe she thought we are frail. One after the other, we will get those valuable assets that belongs to us and make sure she own nothing. Simply we met her in dreams. Easily we told her She's just a thorn at our back. But She seem to have gone strayed than expected. It's just three out of five. The remaining two will follow. Isalu aye will not rest until she consent to give her life. She can't be reached now for her mother's sake. But his children aren't covered. She could not even give birth on her own without us. Our assentation and consentment made it all possible for her. Freely we gave, freely we'll recieve. Thanks to her, she added more heads.
All: (Echo some unruly mockery laughter)
Olori: Let's put that aside a bit. Ajoke, come and give us the report of where I sent you. Isalu aye! (She utter aloud the filthy slogan just again as all as usual echoes before further conversations continue.)
